[Comprehensive Yingmei] I am not I do not have

Crawford called the technician in charge of BSU's information processing on his office landline, on speakerphone, and Will could hear him.

It doesn't take long for the FBI to inquire about a person's basic information, as Mu Ke's normal information is not encrypted.

"There is no flight record in the past month, and no credit card use record within a week after being arrested." The technician said.

"Check to see if he has any legal documents on property inheritance." Crawford asked without hesitation.

"No. His relatives column is blank, guardian column is blank, and the information does not mention that he was adopted or entered an orphanage before he became an adult. But his credit card receives two fixed transfers every month. One was from a registered company in China, one was from...the FBI, starting from the year he was born in 1981."

"What the fuck?" Crawford frowned in shock. "A money transfer from the bureau? Until now?"

"Yes, every month."

"how many?"

"Uh... The monthly remittance of the FBI is about 15 US dollars, and the RMB exchange rate of the company called Xiu'an from China is about 000 US dollars or more."

"The remittance he receives from the bureau every year is more than your annual salary, Jack." Will propped his forehead, he didn't know what to say, but Crawford's eyes made him feel that he should say something.

"So?" Crawford's tone was a little angry, not because of the bullshit salary, but because he now has a feeling of being played.

"I don't know, maybe he is some kind of FBI special recruiter." Will felt a little tired, and Mu Ke never mentioned this to him, "You have to change your thinking direction, or change your case."

"Where are you going?" Crawford watched as Will got up and walked out.

"Go home and feed the dog."

Crawford slammed the stack of papers on the table with a muffled sound, but he didn't stop Will. This case was not easy for anyone.

Will walked through the gray-walled corridor. At the elevator entrance, there were several young agents in FBI loose blue uniforms waiting for the elevator. He heard them chatting about taxation and other financial cases, and his footsteps only paused at the elevator entrance. Turned to the stairwell.

The lights in the stairwell were on all the time, but no one was walking.Will leaned on the railing to go down, he felt his legs were weakening, and the weakness in his thighs spread along the bones to his abdomen.But unlike the tingling that rushed into Will's lungs when he knew Muke was the hangman, he just felt powerless.

Will wobbled a few steps, stopped, and sat down on the stairs.He rubbed his eyes with the palm of his hand, but this rough action didn't make him feel any better, only the physiological tears were stimulated, lubricating the bloody eyeballs.

He had talked a lot with Muke before, including his guardian, but now that column on the information is blank.

Mu Ke said he was 36 years old, but that was nine years behind the age in his profile.

He is 27 years old this year... No... This does not match the age of the hangman at all, he could not have started killing at the age of 14... According to the profile, the hangman still has a period of learning before he officially starts killing.

The remittances in the bureau don't look like any kind of lost lawsuits—the FBI rarely loses lawsuits, it's really like a salary, 18 a year, which is more than the annual salary of many FBI directors.But his profile does not mention that he worked for the FBI.

Will can't contact Mu Ke for the time being, but there are always some ways other than sitting in the office to find information.

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"Muck escaped?" Hannibal looked surprised as he poured the wine into Jack's glass. "From the Baltimore Psychiatric Criminal Hospital? I thought that Chilton would at least not be as careless as he was when he was writing his thesis."

"He ran away from the law, not the hospital," Crawford replied, and the cooperative relationship between Hannibal and the FBI made him gradually become friends with Crawford.Sometimes he would accept Hannibal's dinner invitation, although at the dinner table they always talked about business, either this killer, or Will's psychological state, well, now add Hannibal's former Neighbors, fugitives and Mu Ke, who doesn't know if he is Will's ex-boyfriend.

"His case has not yet gone to trial. I believe a good lawyer can get a reduced sentence for a serial killer, but get off the hook?"

"Somebody took him through the administrative process. He didn't come back, did he?" Crawford said.

"No," Hannibal shook his head slightly, "Will came a few times, but left soon. He also missed a few appointments, and he didn't reply to my calls and emails."

"Will he..." Crawford sighed helplessly, "I don't know where he is now, he temporarily entrusted his dog to Alana, and my phone calls will always be transferred to voicemail. I And hoping that if he doesn't catch the hangman, he'll at least come back and continue investigating the Chesapeake Ripper case, and the Ripper's done it again."

Hannibal returned to his seat, scraping the meat on the plate with his knife and fork, smiling, "Will is our friend, he will be back."

"I hope so too."

"Jack, can I have a case file of the Winchester brothers? I am somewhat interested in their family dependence model, this is a good research material."

Crawford hesitated.

"Before they are arrested, I will not disclose any research results. You don't need to worry about data leakage."

"Okay, I'll bring you the information."

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Will opened the door and walked into the stray animal shelter. The staff in the shelter were busy sending the new animals into the cages. He walked towards a middle-aged woman who was taking notes on the workbench, "Hello , I am here to find a volunteer named Mary, she should still be a student."

"Mary? What do you want her for?"

"I want to ask her a few things." Will took out his FBI ID and gave the lady a look.

"Did she do anything?"

"No, she's a nice girl, I'm just collecting some information."

The lady pointed to the last room in the hallway, "She's bathing the new little ones, go find her"

"Thank you."

Mary was holding a dog with another teenager and giving it a bath when Val entered the room.Warm water ran over the stray dog's fur, turning it gray.It made Will feel icy calm, like he was still in the Quantico building.

Mary heard Will calling her, she stepped on the water in her rain boots, and ran up to Will clumsily, "Mr. Graham, are you looking for me?"

Mary still remembered this man who often came to the shelter with stray dogs, but never left them here, but after Dr. Mu left, he came very rarely.

Will smiled at the girl, "I want to ask something about Dr. Blanche Mo."

"Okay, although I don't know much." Mary smiled cheerfully.

"How long has he been working here?"

"I don't know exactly when, but for at least ten years, my family's Betty was a puppy from this shelter, and he was here at that time. So I think he may have stayed longer than I thought. longer."

More than ten years... It is impossible for Muke to obtain a veterinary qualification certificate when he was a teenager. Will knows that there is an age limit for that thing.

"He's been living in Virginia all this time?"

"Yes, he took me home a few times, and we passed by his home, which is a very beautiful old house." Mary thought for a while, "It also looks quite expensive."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." Mary waved to him and went back to help the dog take a bath.

Will left the shelter, perhaps compared with the age filled in his identity information, the 30s that Mu Ke said was his real age.

But why did he modify his age, this is not an important thing that needs to be modified.Unless age matters what he wants to hide.

Will opened his e-mail, ignoring the string of emails from Crawford, to find the information he had requested from the technician on the Tobias case.

The grandfather of the victim, Douglas Wilson, Clutton Wilson, the old man Will met in Muke's yard, once said that he was a friend of Muke.

He looked at least 90 years old, maybe even older.Will still remembers another Asian who claimed to be Muke’s colleague, Zhao Hanzang, but Will has never seen another Asian name other than Muke in the employee list of the shelter, and he doesn’t know what this name should be. How to spell, there is no way to query information.

Clutton also lives in Richmond, Virginia, not far from here.

Clutton was an excellent violinist, although he no longer played at this age, but entertained occasional guests and music students.Will called Gratton's secretary in advance and made an appointment to meet.

He finished the sandwich with coffee and the car drove onto the main road again.

Half an hour later, he arrived at Clutton Wilson's villa.The villa is full of a sense of age, and the side walls are covered with wide-leaved climbing plants, but it is also undeniably exquisite. The shrubs in the garden are carefully trimmed into a circle, and the setting sun paints a layer of golden red on the white brick wall. Light, the air filled with warmth and slowness, filled with ornate wood carvings from the first half of the 20th century.But the sober mahogany color and brass accents keep the light in the room slightly dull.

Will's old jacket was a bit out of place here. The secretary brought Will into Clutton's study. Clutton was sitting in a wheelchair. When he saw Will, he smiled and let him sit opposite him.

Will notices Clutton put down a photo album filled with black and white photos.Before he could take a closer look, the pages of the book were closed by Clutton.

"Mr. Wilson, hello."

"Hello, Agent Graham, I remember you. Are you here to ask about Blanche Moe?"

"Why do you say that?" Will was a little strange, which overshadowed his embarrassment, and he didn't indicate his purpose on the phone.

"He likes you, and anyone who has been with Blanche for a long time will be curious about the mystery he shows."

"He told you I was with him?"

"No, no," Clutton leaned back on the chair relaxedly, "I haven't had any correspondence with him since that day, I just can see it. You don't know how indifferent he was to people before, but he treats you Every move was full of emotion.”

"Can you tell me something about his past?"

Clutton paused for a moment, then smacked his lips as if he didn't care, "He didn't say that I can't tell others about these things, come on, I can tell you, but don't feel too surprised."

Clutton picked up the photo album on the table, turned out a black and white photo that was later covered with a layer of film, and handed it to Will.

This is a group photo with the deck and the sea in the background, and the people in the photo are wearing neat suits.Clutton pointed to a person in the photo and said, "This is Blanche Moe."

He pointed to another young man, "This is me."

Will frowned, young Clutton?He felt his fingertips trembling, "When was this photo taken?"

"1938, before World War II began."